30 Days of Fiction, Day #26: In the Wake

(Inspired by a 30-day yoga challenge at my yoga studio, I'm writing 30 flash fictions in 30 days. One a day. 100 words or less. Time limit: 15 minutes. You can read all of them here.)

She walked into a cloud of cologne left behind by the gangly teenage boy walking in front of her. When she was in high school a couple of decades ago, the boys didn't wear cologne. They smelled like testosterone, nut funk, date rape. She had been raped once, sort of, at 16. Today, they called it grey rape. She shrugged her shoulders and wondered if the boy was a virgin or not. He smelled like deranged opportunity, chemical factories, bad sex realized. She bent down and let the dog off its chain.